Site of this week's happy hour.
Also site of my last supper with Dad.
I came to this realization today at work after I received the email invite and immediately managed to bum out everyone around me. Instantly I was transported back to that day. The last day I saw Dad, talked to him and gave him two hugs. They were up north snowmobile hunting and stopped by our house afterward. We decided to go eat and I'm not sure what brought us to Grumpys but there we sat for a nice family meal. I had grilled cheese and fries. When we were done eating, we returned to our house, checked out Dad's new snow mobile, compared it to Tys, then they packed up to head home before it got dark. After my second hug, we told them we loved them and they were gone. That was the last time I saw or spoke to Dad. It was the weekend before we got the call. Five days.
I will never forget that day. I will never forget the conversation Dad and I had, about work of course. I will always remember he commented on my hair. It was curly and red – almost back to natural. This made him smile. He had a great smile. Everyone says so. I will never forget the hugs. I thought it odd I got two. Now I'm forever grateful for the second. It's the one that sticks with me. Dad was a good hugger. There is nothing more secure and safe then a hug from a Dad. Nothing more comforting.
I'm not sure how I will do or what I will feel. I am sure, whatever happens, it will be right. He will be there and he will have a drink with me. Pretty sure he'll order Miller Lite.
God I miss him.